Out of Ohio – Into Lava Beds

and the “Hotel California”

The old lodge looked like it was hanging on from the 1930s, or so it seemed. I walked a dim-lit hallway calling out to see if anyone was there. Tucked in a backroom was the office.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it,” said the live-in manager in such a way that I questioned if I’d hear the same statement in the morning …if I happened to be lucky enough to see it.

“Let me escort you to your room,” she said.

On the way out, she grabbed an old metal square floor fan. “This is your air conditioning.”

And by “out,” I mean out of the lodge and down a walkway to a cinder block with what looked to be patched bullet holes in the door. …click here for the rest of the story

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